Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.